#ꪆ୧ my characters.

[snsech]

｡˚₍ ✉️ ₎ ; REN !! ━━━━━ ━━

• he’ s got a collection of locks. it’ s gotten quite big over the years, and when he’ s feeling stressed or restless, he’ ll take a couple and start picking them. it helps him relax.

• vivian was the one to teach ren most of his tricks !! she wanted to make sure he could handle himself. and, yes, that includes lockpicking.

• it took him a long time to figure out he was gay (and a man, incidentally). this - along with his difficulty making meaningful connexions meant he had a lot of loveless relationships. eventually, he realized that it wasn’ t normal and he stopped soon before graduating. ren hasn’ t been with anyone since then, as he wants to take it seriously.

• i’ d say the closest thing to a type he has is ‘ interesting people ’ - ren would say that being able to transform into a cryptid is very, very interesting.

• his love language isn’ t ‘ words of affection ’ as one might think, but ‘ quality time ’ - just… existing in the same, safe bubble as his loved ones, away from it all.

• studying psychology, baby ! ren’ s got issues of his own, but he’ s also rather introspective, so combining this with his knowledge means that he’ s actually quite well-adjusted.

• he’ s a florida man. that’ s it. i think that says a lot.

• ren is written 蓮, and it means lotus. it’ s a flower associated with rebirths, symbolizing that his birth was the beginning of his mother' s new life.

• absolutely tone-deaf. he tries to act like it’ s only fair because he' s already this handsome, but it bothers him deep inside.

｡˚₍ ✉️ ₎ ; CALLIOPE !! ━━━━━ ━━

• she recently dropped out of college because her major wasn’ t interesting her, but she doesn’ t know what to do with herself yet.

• callie showed she was capable of seeing spirits and talking to animals when she was young, which obviously worried vivian. eventually, she realized there was nothing ‘ wrong ’ with her, and that callie just had… gifts.

• she lost her eye when she was young, and it’ s still a touchy subject for her.

• callie’ s currently the proud owner of a cat named truck. initially, truck belonged to her roommate, and she ended up keeping him with her when they moved out. since callie’s often giving them updates on how truck is doing, she likes to think they are ‘ co-parenting ’ him.

• she' s a kaneekamancer, and she absolutely loves fawning over her - it seems like she never runs out of compliments and praises for her girlfriend.

• calliope means ‘ beautiful voice ’ in greek. hers is quite soft and airy, and she’ s also musically inclined : callie knows how to sing, but also how to play the piano and the violin ! she’ s been contemplating writing her own songs…

• outside from stella and kaneeka, callie’ s very close to avery ! they share two passions together : music, and plants. most - if not all - of their conversations revolve around those two subjects.

• her sense of orientation is abysmal, i’ m not even kidding. she also happens to be airheaded and easily distracted, which are not good combo for anyone to have. if you’ re hanging out with callie… keep an eye on her or you’ ll never see her again.

• a five years old draws better than her. callie’ s very bad at it but don’ t tell her or she’ s going to cry.

[mikiruie]

𓈒⠀⠀⠀⠀︵︵ ⠀◟ † ◞ ⠀︵︵ㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ♫₊ ⊹ 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝔂 : 𝓁𝒶𝓂𝓅 ﾟ。ꪆ୧. 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼 𓂃 ˖ ˚◞✧

── HAYATO SUŌ ﹕ 蘇枋 隼飛 ┊͙ WIND BREAKER ࿐

𓋜 wbk. masterlist // general masterlist.

premise. you thought it’d take a lot to frazzle hayato suo of all people, but a little downpour during your first date ends up proving you wrong.

content. hayato suō / f!reader. fluff — sfw. somewhat established relationship (first date). 1 petname (sweetheart). suo is taller than reader. suo is in love + a nervous wreck.

word count. 4.1k

soundtrack. rainy tapestry : lamp.

écoute chérie! ᰔ this is a repost from my old bloggie + edited a lil ‹𝟹 @luffysprincess @tetsuskei

19:57

“Attention all park-goers, the fireworks display for tonight is cancelled due to the untimely weather.”

The overhead speakers loudly declare several times to the entirety of the amusement park of the recent development, with a few still turning their heads in confusion at the sudden announcement.

“We’re sorry for the cancellation and we hope to see you again soon. Please make your exit out of the park, and have a great rest of your night."

Suo’s hand is grasped firmly in your own as he leads you out of the designated fireworks viewing zone, in tow behind you both are the several hundreds of other disappointed families making their way out.

“It’s really coming down now . . .” You heard their worried whispers and begruding moans as they hurriedly gathered up their kids, quickly brandishing whatever means they could scrounge up to shield the young children from the rain. Blankets, jackets, umbrellas, bags— whatever was available.

Unclear at first glance in the darkness of the night, rain clouds have already begun to form over the park. Your head cranes up to the sky to take a peak when a couple droplets of water hit the tip of your nose and slopes of your cheeks as light trickles of rain start to shower from above, quickly increasing in intensity at an alarming pace and drenching those who were unfortunately caught in it’s torrential downpour.

Dozens of children can be seen and heard crying into their mother's laps across the viewing area, covered in hastily bought clear plastics ponchos while holding extinguished sparklers in tiny, freezing cold hands.

Some quietly trudge behind their parents in sadness, their sneakers and socks getting soaked by the puddles of water that have begun to form on the ground while they walk while others wail and tug their relatives back towards the grassy clearing, whining and pleading for them to stay behind.

“You’re shivering,” Suo comments, concern lacing his voice. He pulls you closer to him, still walking along briskly as his hand begins to rub up and down your arm. Goosebumps stand to attention atop the surface of your skin underneath your sweatshirt, responding to the sudden change of temperature in the atmosphere.

What was predicted to be a clear, warm spring night ended up being a freezing, rain-filled one instead.

Suo pulls his damp jacket off his shoulders, draping it over your own instead. The scent of his jasmine-scented shampoo and hints of the oolong tea he drank at the café you two visited earlier in the day are immediately recognizable, wafting in the chilly air as you pull the fabric tighter around your figure.

“I’ll be fine,” You insist, still bowing your head lightly in response to his gratitude and trying to ignore the chill that has begun to sneak up your chest underneath your clothes. “Are you sure you’ll be okay, though?”

Suo’s jaw tightens at your question, before responding with a curt “Yeah.” It’s quick and terse, the tone of his voice unbefitting of his character.

“Just keep that on you, okay?” He asks, “Your parents won’t like it if I let you catch a cold.”

Passing by a small girl on the way out whose sitting on a bench crying to her parents about missing the fireworks show, the slight dip in Suo’s usually relaxed expression doesn't go unnoticed by you. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly the more saddened families he walks past, the pace of his footsteps quickening with each puddle he unintentionally splashes in.

The water kicks up and onto your socks and shins, a dull chill growing in your lower half each time.

“. . . I'm really sorry,” He manages to speak again after some time pondering in the silence, the exit of the amusement park becoming clearer in the distance with a sigh.

Your head tilts, pulling his jacket’s hoodie up and over your head to shield your neck from the downpour. For a split second, a part of you wonders if he’s apologizing for soaking your shoes.

“For what?”

"I didn't know it'd rain so hard tonight that they'd have to cancel the fireworks display."

You perk up to meet his face, deciding to give him a comforting smile. He reciprocates with a half hearted, polite one of his own— clearly annoyed but not wanting to take it out on you.

The Suo you know would never do something like that anyways.

“I said it’s okay.” You assure him gently, fastening your pace to keep up with his steps. “You couldn't have known this would happened in advance."

It was true, nobody had prepared for this outcome at all. The weather forecast for the night said it would only be a light drizzle; with the park's staff not even being aware of the cancellation until fifteen minutes before the viewing, when they were told to rush out the emergency ponchos and begin handing them out to the guests who were waiting for the fireworks show before one of the staff got on the loud speaker to address the viewers.

“I know, I know,” Suo runs a hand through his hair disheartenedly, eyebrows knitting in frustration when you finally exit the park. He quickly finds and pulls the both of you underneath a nearby overhang to shield you from the ensuing rain, making sure you’re the one closest to the wall despite being more drenched than you are thanks to his jacket.

“It’s just . . . awful that our first date ended up like this.”

Suo’s pristine, cleanly pressed and ironed white shirt is now littered and stained with little specks of rain, wrinkled with splotches of water lining the chest area, and his watch decorated in tiny shimmering droplets that slide off and drop to the ground into larger puddles below your feet.

Both your eyes shift around and towards the entrance, noticing the other families that slowly begin to trickle out group by group, each one just as disappointed as the others before them.

“Hey. Cheer up,” you tease, ripping your gaze away from the sour sight, nudging his shoulder with your own in an attempt to ease the tense atmosphere.

The drenched fabric clings to his muscles, slightly translucent and showcasing his flawless skin underneath as he pulls his jacket tighter around your body in haste.

“Well would you look at that,” You hum while he zips it up for you, it almost feels like he’s becoming one of the parents you saw in the park from earlier. “Mature, calm and collected Hayato Suo— getting all frustrated because of a little drizzle?”

“You know it’s not that,” he rebuffs, out of breath and shaking the wet strands of hair that stick to his cheeks and forehead with a heaving sigh. The crease in his eyebrows becomes more prominent than before, his frustration clearly showing with how he stares angrily at the soaked stone tiles beneath your feet with a huff.

"I just can't believe this,” you hear him mumble underneath his breath, looking up and around at your surroundings when the rain begins to pick up, several families standing around nearby as some are looking at signage for bus routes or getting into their cars in a hurry.

“Our first date, and I've already screwed it up."

Your stare quickly hardens at his self depricating words, feeling sympathetic for the usually put-together man whom you’d never guess could become so bothered by something quite literally out of his control, by nature’s circumstances.

“You’re being too hard on yourself.”

Your eyes flicker to meet his in the darkness as you take his cold face into your hands, where the only light that reveals him to you comes from a lone lamp post just shy of you two, reflected in the curtain of rain that blankets you on all sides.

“You didn't screw this up," you reassure him again, this time more firmly as you stand your ground, doing anything in your power to lighten his dreary disposition. “Stop beating yourself up, Suo. It isn’t going to be the end of the world that a little rain ended up crashing our date, you need to stop worrying yourself to death over this.”

Even in the chaos that surrounds the two of you, your quiet but firm words manage to reach his mind when you notice the way his gaze visibly softens upon seeing the concern your eyes hold for him.

Suo’s shoulders relax, his arms falling to his sides in defeat and fatigue. He looks tired, worn out and disappointed all in the same vein, so you let him rest his head on your shoulder, carding your fingers through his hair and separating the clumps from within while you do so.

“I’m sorry, I feel like I’m getting your clothes even more wet—” he begins to apologize yet again, attempting to pry himself from your hold quickly when you shove him back into your arms with a huff.

“If you say sorry one more time, Suo, I’m going to pinch you.”

For once since the rain had started, Suo lets out an amused chuckle. A genuine one.

“Alright, alright.” He concedes, letting himself rest once again atop your figure. Suo’s a decent amount taller than you, meaning he has to slump a little in order for him to lay his head on your shoulder. You try to stand on your tiptoes in an effort to reduce the distance, straining your legs to try and match his height.

“Is this uncomfortable for you?” You ask him hesitantly, worried that he might strain his neck or back if he keeps this up. He murmurs into your shoulder in response, his words muffled by both the sounds of rain around you and the fluffy material of your sweater.

“I’m alright,” you make out faintly in the silence, and you continue to brush through his wet hair as he takes the time to quietly regain his composure.

You've never seen Suo so frustrated before until now, and over something that he had nothing to do with. For as long as you had known him for, Suo had always been levelheaded no matter the circumstances, being the type of person who doesn't go undeterred when things don't go his way or how he intended.

Hayato Suo doesn’t get bothered at the little things.

Hayato Suo doesn’t get annoyed at the minor inconveniences.

But you can't deny the irritance displayed prominently on his face and in his body language when it's presented right in front of you. The way his knuckles clench and his fingers dig into the soft skin of his palms when he feels the rain beginning to come down harder around you two, bouncing off rocks and soaking into the grass below.

The calm mask that Suo normally wears seems to slip off for a brief moment when with you as he visibly swallows, finally lifting his head up and shoving his hands into the damp pockets of his pants.

He steps back from you, an awkward laugh bubbling it's way up his throat in his attempt to soothe over the situation as he beams down at you.

The smile he gives you doesn't even reach his eyes.

“Ah, I'm sorry things had to turn out like this.” He apologizes again, like he's been doing repeatedly in what only feels like the past fifteen minutes; an attempt to assure you that he genuinely is. He’s much more collected now though, you feel relieved in that aspect at least. "I really am, is there anyway I could make this up to you?"

You shake your head again, mouth pulling into a disgruntled frown. “I told you it's fine, you don't need to keep apologizing for this, Suo.”

“But it's not fine,” he laments, the facade of his effortlessly maintained persona slipping once again as he grimaces when the rain from his hair trickles and drips down onto his face, wiping the raindrops away with the crumpled up sleeve of his shirt.

“I wanted to do something special to end off tonight with you,” he confesses wearily, and you feel your heart sink. His voice is tinged with disappointment, a reflection of his own self-frustration.

He looks away, hoping to avoid eye contact whilst staring off to the paved parking lot beside you two, ashamed of himself. “Someone like you deserves a better first date than . . . this."

You scoff at his statement, huffing as he keeps depricating himself. It’s infuriating, and your words are pointed to embody that. “Suo, what's so bad about this first date, hm?"

Suo’s face morphs into one of startled confusion, stuttering lightly when he turns back to face you. He chuckles unsurely as if you've just told a good joke.

“What do you mean? Do you not see what's happening around us right now?"

He gestures to the still remaining families that surround the entrance of the amusement park nearby, most of the children having calmed down from their earlier states of despair but still appearing to he visibly deflated by the rain and cancellation of the fireworks. Most are preoccupied with a device or toy of their choosing while being shielded from the rain by coats, signage or the strollers of their younger siblings.

Disgruntled parents stand just out of reach trying to figure out the best routes to take home, arguing with the park's staff about refunds for the fireworks show while heckling them about the poor management and lack of communication with the staff and park-goeres.

The chill of the wind can be felt through your soaked clothes, goosebumps rising all over your arms that cause you to shudder. Everything begins to slow down to what seems like a barely moving standstill; anything from outside of your little bubble with Suo being reduced to a snail's pace in your eyes.

The quick movements of those surrounding you become like smear frames in the distance, the raindrops still raging on even more heavily now serving as the only remainder of reality; the only constants being the sounds they make when they fall from the darkened sky up above onto the two of you.

“Does this look like a perfect first date to you?”

Suo’s question snaps you back momentarily, the pace of the world resuming in an instant. He waits for your response; arms crossed over his damp shirt and wearing a skeptical expression on his face that is mixed with something else that you can't quite discern otherwise.

Confusion, frustration, anguish?

Your lips purse in thought for a brief moment, which he promptly takes as his answer as he rambles out another hasty apology before you can even properly respond. “See what I mean? Look, I'm so sorry about all this. I swear, if you let me take you out again next time I can do better—”

“Hayato.”

The sudden use of his first name stuns him into silence as he immediately stops. You stare at him only for a few seconds but they feel like a century, gulping down his dry throat as he waits for your reply. A sense of worry envelops him when you don't respond immediately, uneasiness in his voice when he speaks again.

“Yes?”

You step towards him to fill the space between you two, the feeling of the soaked soles of your shoes slosh around in the puddles underneath making shivers shoot up through the calfs of your legs. Suo’s gaze follows you expectantly, his eyes afraid to leave yours when you reach for his hands from deep inside of his pant pockets.

“What are you—” “Shh.”

They're cold to the touch from the cold rain and wind chills of the night when you hold them in your own, thumb brushing over his dry knuckles and settling into the folds of his palms.

“You were lying about being fine earlier,” you conclude, smoothing your fingers over the grey-blue veins underneath his skin. You press your hands over his, hoping to warm them up with what little body heat you have left.

“I wasn’t lying.” He quips, and you tut lightly. “You could’ve just kept your jacket on, you know.”

“But then you’d be cold if I didn’t give it to you.”

“Do you really think I can’t handle a little rain?”

“What makes you think that I can’t handle some rain myself too?”

This little back and forth of yours is getting nowhere you realize, and you instead shove both of your hands into the pockets of Suo’s jacket he wrapped you in earlier faster than he can oppose to. You feel his hands warming up instantly when combined with yours inside his jacket, the blood that runs through his veins slowly unfreezing as you intertwine your hand with his.

“Well, you know what upsets me?” Suo’s face drops at your words, shock overtaking his face for a moment before you finish your sentence.

“You haven't even asked me about how I felt about the date yet.”

Suo blinks owlishly, his eyebrows unfurrowing as confusion settles into his face again at your response, letting you continue your spiel.

“This whole time you’ve been going on n’ on about how you ruined our date, how you’re so sorry and everything,” the frustration in your voice is evident, and your nails dig lightly into his palms. Suo isn’t bothered by the feeling, instead clasping your hands together further as your voice begins to grow louder in annoyance.

“But if anything, you shouldn’t be saying that— I should be! So, ask me! Ask me, Suo! How did I feel about this supposedly awful date!”

It’s silent for a few beats after your voice trails off, and you’re suddenly reminded of the fact that you’re yelling at your date in a very public location.

Embarrassed, your heart thrums in your chest worriedly, wondering if you’ve accidentally said a few words you shouldn’t have before noticing Suo slowly breaking out into an unsteady laugh, shoulders shaking with mirth as you finally heave a sigh of relief at the fact that the timid smile he shows you this time does reach his eyes.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Suo apologizes for what seems to be the twenty-seventh time in the past hour alone, this time more freely before pulling you in closer by the hip. It’s a lot warmer with your bodies pressed up against each other, and his head settles into the crook of your neck again with a hum.

“What did you think of our date then, hm?"

Suo’s breath feels hot against your skin, a sharp contrast to the chill that circulates in the air around, carried through the rain and wind in it's journey. Bodies swaying blissfully in the darkness, hidden away from the blaring headlights of the cars pulling out of the parking lot underneath the overhang.

Sparkling specks of water drip and fall down around you, pooling into that puddles that have for sure already begun to ruin the bottoms of your shoes. Rainwater has begun to seep through the soles, your socks becoming victim to the nature of your circumstances.

The wet fabrics of your clothing clings to the sides of your figures, the image of Suo collarbone and upperhalf of his chest glazed underneath his shirt teasingly as you try to take a peak at what is hiding underneath.

Suo’s hair is fully drenched, no longer straightened and parted neatly in the middle, clumped and pushed to the side from when he ran his hand through it. Droplets of water drip from his cheekbones and eyelashes in perfect spheres, cascading down the edge of his jawline in a resemblance of tears.

Even when soaked to the core, like a frenzied housecat who got caught in the sudden rain; Suo looks just as handsome as the day you returned his feelings. As beautiful as the day you accepted his confession underneath the cherry blossom trees of the park nearby Furin High School.

Your voice is low, settling into the background sounds of the rainfall. “Well. I think that our date was wonderful," you reassure him yet again, smiling as your fingers dance over the nape of his neck and ghost over the sensitive skin mischievously. “Even without the fireworks."

Suo looks unsatisfied with your answer, confused and beginning to ask you questions in rapid-fire succession like you’re being interrogated for a job offering.

“But the fireworks were the whole reason you came here—” He begins to say, sucking in a cold breath of air, his tone laced with hesitance and uncertainty.

"Aren't you, disappointed . . . ? That you didn't get to see them?"

"No, Suo," you chuckle lightly, shaking your head in exasperation as to how he managed to come to that conclusion in the first place.

Logical, thoughtful and methodical Hayato Suo.

“I didn't come for the fireworks, I came for you.”

As wonderful and flashy as fireworks are, and indeed what could be considered major highlight of a trip for many of the visitors of Makochi’s amusement park, your heart was never dead set on seeing them.

“It was never about the fireworks in the first place.”

Fireworks can be seen anytime and anywhere, but your first date with Suo could never be repeated. Could never be replicated in the same genuine, wonderful, picture-esque way it is now to you.

“It was about you.”

Heat floods his cheeks immediately at your words, so genuine and sweet, dusting them a light shade of red as he smiles in tandem with you. “. . . Well, I'm pretty sure you didn't come here with me to get rained on towards the end of our date, though," he jokes, bringing a hand out of his pocket to cup your cheek. The warmth radiating from your skin defrosts the chill in his palm that grew when he pulled away from your hands almost instantaneously.

“It wasn’t about the fireworks for me either," he confesses slyly, his words piquing your interest.

“Oh?” You egg him on jestingly, prodding at his chest with light pokes that are increasingly exaggerated with each of your words. “What was it about for you, then?”

Suo’s head drops onto your shoulder again in quiet laughter. “Let’s just say this . . .”

His fingers smooth over your jawline tenderly, eyes soft and heart full of love— same as when he first confessed his feelings to you.

Hayato Suo, a man who you never thought could be so smooth before, whispering into your ear, “It was all about wanting to kiss the most beautiful girl underneath the fireworks as the perfect end to our date,” he teases.

“Well, how does that sound?”

“Who said it had to be under the fireworks?” You ask.

“No one,” he shrugs, “But it would've been quite romantic if we had.”

A grin of your own grows on your face immediately, tongue swiping over your lips in anticipation.

“We can . . . still kiss right now, if you want.”

“While we're soaking wet?” He laughs, drawing his face closer to yours while doing so. His hands itch to grab hold of your face and pull you in, to close the minuscule gap between you two, but he holds himself back in fear of overstepping his boundaries.

“Are you sure?”

Suo looks to you for permission, lips barely an inch away from your own. The steady rising and falling of his chest is accentuated by his sopped shirt clinging to his frame, hot breath fogging up in the cool night air.

You nod, without a doubt in your mind, finally connecting the distance between you two. Suo smiles into the kiss, eyes closing in satisfaction while his hands stay planted at your hips, respectfully and never straying away from their hold.

The taste of rainwater is evident on both of your tongues, the two of you giggling as the twinkling sounds of rain and ripples of the puddles flow through the atmosphere around.

Suo’s the first to pull away, hesitating when he chases your lips one final time before reeling his head back to catch his breath.

Even in the darkness, only illuminated by a street lamp several feet away; Suo’s cheeks are rosy with euphoria, eyes crinkling with sparks of happiness flying throughout.

His forehead leans against your own, the wet strands of his hair sticking to his head. The whites of his teeth gleam when he smiles, quietly whispering for your ears to hear only.

“Maybe I should make sure it's raining again when I take you out on our second date, then.”

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[saeun]

ꪆ୧ ── ROMANTIC LIFE ┊ INSIDER'S VIEW ﹑ JJK. ⤿ starring: megumi fushiguro as main male lead.

꒰ heart to him ﹢ a sneak peek into what's probably the very beginning of your relationship with megumi — how it started, to be exact. just two highschool students who found themselves a little attracted to each other.

𖧷 · love, ‘su: megumi = 2nd year student, you = 3rd year. both start as strangers into friends into (potential) lovers. split into two ‘chapters’ to break it up.

꒰১ CHAPTER ONE ﹕ it all started when…

“...pretty.”

“damn, for real?! i’ve been trying to work on my manliness. thanks, bro.”

megumi’s immediately snapped out of his trance. he zoned out of the conversation minutes ago, preferring to focus on the encounter he had with a stranger earlier.

being immersed in his head, he had no idea he’d begun to get vocal. from sighs that reek of longing to random compliments as seen before. the three friends that circled around his desk didn’t mind his absence in the conversation — rather, they played into it. whenever he said something entirely unrelated, they’d respond as if they’re the ones he’s daydreaming about.

somehow, megumi failed to notice until itadori responded to him.

“no.” is what megumi replied. with one eyebrow raised, he quickly looked up and down itadori’s frame.

“but you called itadori pretty, dude!”

“can it.” his defences rose. “i wasn’t talking about him.”

a collective “oh?” came from everyone — even the students who weren’t a part of the group’s conversation. the boys leaned in closer, eyes set on megumi.

“is this perhaps fushiguro’s first love scenario?!” tichi gasped, already trying to piece together what an interaction between megumi and a love interest would look like.

“ah.” itadori folds his arms across his chest, nodding with eyes closed. “so i’m not ugly!”

the other friend kept quiet, waiting for megumi to reveal more information.

as for the main character in the moment, megumi’s ears flushed a particular shade of red — one that usually indicates embarrassment. a heat overtook his body; being the centre of attention for his group and the long-eared classmates certainly wasn’t the most ideal situation for him.

but megumi must keep his cool. he has an image to maintain — the image of “that one guy who’s always unimpressed.”

reaching a hand to scratch the sides of his neck, he gave a sigh before satisfying everyone’s curiosity.

“it’s a girl…”

“gender reveal!”

“anyway, she’s a third year.”

silence unfolds. megumi doesn’t continue after that, and the crowd doesn’t give their input — all except for a fellow classmate who’s definitely going to put the two together. as someone who has connections with the third-year students, he’s going to be megumi’s fairy godmother.

“well, well, well.”

heads turn to the voice — even megumi’s eyes met the owner’s.

“what’s her name? if you say it, i can make connections. the third years are graduating in a few months — time is not on your side,” tacho says, walking towards megumi with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

quite a dramatic entrance for someone who’s on cleaning duties after class.

“dude, do you think you’re in a show?” the unfortunate twin brother of tacho, tichi, sighs.

ignoring his brother, tacho leans down to megumi, maintaining eye contact with the boy. not just any eye contact though, the eye contact that screams business! boss to employee eye contact!

“i’m not telling.” megumi refused.

“boohoo, you’re lame.” tacho fakes a cry.

“but,” megumi continues, regaining his position as the centre of attention. “if i manage to talk to her and don’t get her number… i’ll tell you.”

“deal?” tacho’s ears perked up. he liked what he heard.

“deal.”

“pinky promise?”

“what are we, eight?” megumi frowned almost immediately.

there’s finally something for the second-year students of class 2B to look forward to. the love story progression between megumi fushiguro and the mysterious third-year student.

P.O.V SWITCH ⟡ THIRD-YEAR STUDENT, Y/N.

“psst, y/n!” a crumpled page hits the back of your head.

“what?!” you whisper-yelled, turning around to face the culprit.

“what’s the answer for question forty-five? is it b or d?” the culprit asked with urgency and desperation. the first multiple-choice mock exam of the week is certainly handing his ass back to him.

your expression flatlined — you should’ve known it wasn’t anything important.

“don’t you have your phone on you?! just cheat.” not-so-good advice was exchanged through whispering.

“that’s too much work!”

“then choose b. ‘b’ as in bat. if you get it wrong, blame mai.”

the perfect third-year class experience: getting an answer from a friend who got it from a friend who got it from a— you get the point. mock exams aren’t always taken seriously, it might as well be a regular class.

although there wasn’t a need to cheat for the answers yourself, you were too lazy to debate whether the answer was this or that based on the previous mock exam. call that the curse of repeated questions.

with thirty-five minutes left on the clock, you circled the final answer before closing the booklet. there’s nothing more relaxing than taking a nap after finishing an exam. it’s not like you can leave anyway.

“if you’re finished, leave the classroom. don’t be noisy in the halls or you're getting failed.

…apparently you can now.

you wasted no time in getting out. leaving a friend in need hurts you, but he can consider it revenge for throwing a paper ball at your head.

stretching your limbs, you snuck up behind mai, lightly kicking behind her knees to surprise her.

“fuck— y/n!”

“hey, shhhhh. we’re in the halls~” you hushed her, reminding her of the warning the class received beforehand.

mai showed no sign of regret. she’s heard that warning ever since elementary school days — it’s nothing more than empty words.

“you believe that shit?” she asked, disappointment lacing her tone.

“do i look stupid in your eyes?” you asked, saddened at how your friend viewed you.

mai nodded, ignoring your offended reaction. tapping twice on her phone screen, she hummed and slid it back into her skirt’s pocket.

“my ex messaged.”

“i thought you blocked—”

“anyway, let’s go get an early lunch before the younger ones.”

mai cut you off from finishing your sentence. she completely forgot that she told you a lie.

-> 11:15 A.M ◟ under the oak tree.

two ladies enjoying the gentle breeze as leaves dance along the wind’s track. they were having a meal, appreciating the shade they got from the tree along with the silence that came from being dismissed during class time.

the two totally weren’t ignoring the complaints from the sole person who’s been going nonstop since he came out of the classroom. he’s not appreciating the wrong answers given to him from a friend who got it from a friend (×2).

“—she said it was c. can you believe that?! C?!”

“wait.” you sat up straight. “who said that?”

“the fucking teacher! were you even listening to me?!”

“no, not really…” you’re guilty as charged.

“teru, swear upon your life that she said the answer’s c.” mai spoke with authority.

“i swear, dude.”

the senior student life: friends saying “fuck” in a exhausted way together. the reaction of when you know you completely fucked up.

another moment of silence was enjoyed. this time, it was a silence where everyone came to terms with the possibility of failing the entire exam — it’s only the beginning of many, many mock exams to come.

clicking your tongue, you decide to break the silence.

“so, mai’s ex messaged her but didn’t she say she blocked him?”

gossip time!

“plain lie.” teru expressed disappointment.

“watch that tongue. he unblocked himself.” mai defended herself.

“and i can turn water back into wine.” teru refuted.

“let’s not jump mai now,” min said. “i saw y/n talking to some guy during our first break.”

all eyes on you now. you couldn’t put a face to the guy you were talking to, but you sure as hell won’t go down without defending yourself.

“tsk, tsk. and you’re talking about me?!” mai shakes her head, happy with the party forgetting about the supposed-to-have-been-blocked ex.

“min, you were silent all the time. when you finally speak you throw shots at me?! i was just helping him!”

“and i can part the ocean into two.” teru once again expresses sarcasm.

“zip it, terushima.” you glared at him. “i don’t even know the guy, okay? cut me some slack!”

“what year is he in?” min asked, stuffing her mouth with mini marshmallows.

“dunno. probably second? he’s kinda tall with insane bed hair but i don’t remember his face…” you bit your lips trying to recall his face, but you couldn’t.

“was his hair black?” again, min questions.

“yeah.”

“no tie, sleeves rolled up to the elbow?”

“i think… maybe?”

“it’s probably megumi fushiguro.” popping the final marshmallow into her mouth, she dusted her hands off, ignoring the surprised reactions.

“okay google. who even is that? why do you know the second years’ full names…” teru questioned min, judging her for her knowledge of the students.

“well, she’s in the student council… anyway, i wanna see this fushiguro.” mai’s interest has peaked. sleeves rolled up to the elbow with no tie? he’s probably a mischievous kid.

your response is a bit later than the other two. you were repeating the name ‘megumi fushiguro’ in your head.

“his name has a nice ring to it.” finally you spoke.

“he’s a second year!” teru’s shocked at your interest in him. just a moment ago you couldn’t put a face to him. you probably can’t put a face to the name either.

“just a year younger, no biggie.” you shrugged

“how are you gonna talk to him?” mai asked, wondering if you’d walk around the second year’s floor questioning everyone on who’s megumi fushiguro.

“who said anything about that?” you shook your head. “if i see him, i see him.”

“more like if you hear his name, you hear it.”

“terushima.”

min suddenly claps, outing the fire that would’ve ignited between you and the bitchy boy.

“i’ll give him y/n’s number, but you have to send screenshots.” she offered a trade.

“i would’ve done that anyway.”

P.O.V SWITCH ⟡ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.

-> 02:30 P.M ◟ sudden after school meeting.

the lesson megumi learnt today was to never reveal anything to his friends again. he was kept hostage all day without a single chance to catch a glimpse at the newfound crush.

whenever they could’ve, the phrase you’d hear kids singing was sung to him: “megumi and a third-year student kissing in a tree! k.i.s.s.i.n.g!”

for the first time in his life, he experienced what it’s like to hate something from the very core of his heart. it got to the point where he sneaked away from the group to leave the school grounds alone. however, even that led to no peace. he was bothered once more.

“fushiguro?” someone called out to him, lightly patting his shoulder.

he didn’t show it, but he was certainly spooked. the increased racing of his heart provides evidence of such.

“yes? oh, it’s you, min.” he turned around, keeping his poker face. can’t be caught having expressions in the school grounds.

“yup. so, that third-year girl you met during the first break, here’s her number.”

min stuck a sticky note on the pocket of his shirt, ready to walk back to where her destination is.

“wait— are you close to her?” megumi mentally cringes. he acted on impulse.

“yeah, that’s my friend. bye now.”

and she’s gone, leaving a stunned megumi in the hallway. he can’t believe it was this easy to get your number. seeing that he’s alone… maybe he can do some victory moves.

“DAMN! she beat me to it.”

“tacho, can’t you ever be quiet?!”

“was that her? she's pretty...”

“nope, that’s the friend.”

never mind. he forgot he’s got four friends who are master spies — fueled by the fact that they can’t mind their business.

turning back around to the group, he puts a hand on his hip.

“are you guys serious?”

“as serious as you are, brother.” itadori’s hand rests on his chest, providing an answer on behalf of the others.

an exasperated sigh left megumi. one day he’ll consider transferring schools.

-> 06:38 P.M ◟ courage! dominance! bravery!

megumi’s a male. a male that lacks courage, dominance, and bravery when it comes to love-related situations. once he finished his after school routine, he got comfortable in bed and is currently staring at his phone, contemplating on whether he should send you a message or not.

after a serious meeting with himself and the voice in his head, he mustered up the courage to send you a message.

megumi: hey. this is megumi fushiguro, from second year (2B).

five minutes of silence before a “ding!” is heard. he purposefully set his phone to ring after he sent the message.

y/n: oh hello i’m y/n!!

y/n: third year (3A) as u probably already know

excitement overtook megumi and he’s not pleased with it. suddenly, he’s making a typo every two words, palms sweaty, and smiling.

y/n: what’s up hru

y/n: hope min didn’t scare you

—

megumi: i’m alright, just bored. wby?

megumi: she didn’t scare me. i was a bit stunned, though.

y/n is typing…

y/n: that’s good! i’m bored too

y/n: sick of these assignments </3

y/n: drop out before it’s too late you hear me?

y/n: ok don’t but it’s an option if you’re privileged enough

—

megumi: lol i’ll think about it.

megumi: thanks for the help earlier btw.

—

y/n: anytime bro igu

y/n: oh i gtg

y/n: i forgot my mom asked me to do smth oops

y/n: we can talk later or tmr in school okay

y/n: bye ^^

—

megumi: good luck, y/n. bye.

y/n is offline.

“wow...” he re-reads the conversation, looking at the amount of messages you sent compared to his. “she’s chatty.”

his excitement calmed down a little after you went offline. actually, it was replaced with annoyance. it’s almost as if the guys put a timer and recorder on his phone. they texted the exact minute he came off your chat.

(20+) new messages from ‘cool gc name’:

> tacho: megumi don’t leave us hanging

> tichi: call me curious george

> itadori: yo that min girl been on my mind

> tacho: lemme hook u up bro

> itadori: please bro

> toeni: hop on vc

> tichi: for what

> toeni: im too lazy to type

> tichi: boy bye

> itadori: need min to give me a minute of her time so i can express how she’s been on my mind

> tacho: that shit fire

> itadori: i’ll be a poet

> tichi: ???

> toeni: who’s min?

> tacho: girl who’s friends with other girl megumi likes

> toeni: oh right her

> toeni: she scary

> itadori: u dont talk to women anyway

> tichi: already on her defence itadori’s far from saving

> tacho: truly megumi’s best friend

“what the fuck.” megumi audibly shows his shock. from the sheer amount of messages incoming, he doesn’t want to get involved.

it’s too late, though. because everyone’s online, the others can see that everyone, including megumi, read the messages. caught red-handed.

> tacho: MEGUMI

> toeni: welcome back megumi. i removed your AFK.

> tichi: easy there discord addict

> toeni: pls hop on vc

> itadori: how’d it go? u messaged her?

—

megumi: i did. she’s chatty like you guys

—

> tacho: add her here she one of us

> tichi: absolutely not

> itadori: real this is a sacred gc

> itadori: unless u get min in here too

> tichi: brother you saw her for less than five minutes

> itadori: five MINutes that blessed my life

> toeni: betting fifty dollars megumi didn’t hold the convo

—

megumi: get off my dick? she had to go offline.

—

> toeni: that's what they all say

> tichi: don't listen to him he’s mad no one’s going on vc

> toeni: true :(

> tichi: too bad :((

> toeni: die

—

megumi: i’ll probably talk to her tmr. it’s late and she isn’t back yet.

—

> tacho: DUDE NO

> tacho: how does one cockblock their own talking stage

> itadori: here goes mr. always in a relationship

—

megumi: we just started “talking.” i don’t want to come off as a creep.

—

> toeni: couldn’t be me

> toeni: i would’ve spam tf out of her phone

> tichi: how to get blocked 101

> toeni: here we go

> toeni: another lesson from The Wise And The Righteous

tichi has kicked toeni out of the groupchat.

tacho has added toeni into the groupchat.

> toeni: LEGENDS NEVER DIE!!!!

> toeni: tacho i apologise for calling you a glittered horse all this time

tacho has kicked toeni out of the groupchat.

megumi: k i’m gonna sleep.

—

> itadori: ur probably gonna dream about miss 3rd yr

—

megumi: correct.

—

> itadori: WHAT

> tichi: oh

megumi is offline.

> tacho: he’s in too deep i fear

> toeni: he just like me fr

> tacho: how the fuck did u get back in

> toeni: please refer to the capitalised message i sent before getting kicked again

꒰১ CHAPTER TWO ﹕ good morning?!

P.O.V SWITCH ⟡ THIRD-YEAR STUDENT, Y/N.

it’s not a proper morning unless your mother blinds your vision with the lightbulb of heaven, mai spamming your messages, teru asking for your mom’s breakfast, and min stealing your hoodie for herself.

truly, this is peak highschool friendship. you couldn’t have asked for more. in the classroom 7:30 A.M on the dot with the air conditioner’s cranked up to the coldest. you were copying assignment answers from another classmate and the group scrolled through the chat with megumi.

“he’s the type to text with actual grammar,” mai says, pulling her lollipop out of her mouth with a “pop” sound.

“short ass conversation.” teru does what he’s best at: judging.

“you guys actually texted this morning?” min’s surprised. “when it’s with us you just dip the convo and never text until it’s some random hour where everyone’s asleep.”

“i told you i usually dip to play games!”

“lies and more lies.” mai clicks her tongue. “anyway, teru did you read their convo?”

“barely. the awkwardness pained me.”

“here, read it.”

teru hesitantly took hold of your phone, scrolling back to the beginning of today’s chat with megumi. with a gulp of fear, he reads the messages.

y/n: im back

y/n: well the next day

y/n: still counts!

—

megumi: morning. welcome back.

—

y/n: oh right good morning!!

y/n: what r u doing

y/n: im fucking up this sandwich

—

megumi: nothing really. i’m on my bed.

—

y/n: did u eat breakfast

“did you eat breakfast?!? this cliché.”

“shut up and read quietly, teru!” embarrassment hit you at that moment.

megumi: no. i don’t particularly like breakfast.

megumi: well, not this early into the morning.

—

y/n: ur more of a brunch guy ???

—

megumi: preferably. what about you?

—

y/n: me personally i just eat if im hungry

y/n: even during class i sneak in some bites

—

megumi: really? you sound like a fun deskmate.

—

y/n: aww ty!! you sound like a reserved guy

y/n: wish u were my deskmate. the one i have just sleeps

y/n: mind u shes apart of the student council

—

megumi: min?

—

y/n: yes!! gotta be principal’s niece privileges

y/n: i love her tho she's very nice

—

megumi: she is. you are too.

“were you guys flirting or just being honest?”

“bro, i don’t even know.”

y/n: i will definitely meet u today

y/n: somehow

y/n: gtg now see u later

—

megumi: bye.

teru swipes off the app, closes your phone, and places it face down on your desk. his expression seems serious — all three of you girls are silent.

“i’ve got to see what this dude’s like,” he begins. “so, i’ll be hanging around outside all day with the guys.”

“yes! be useful for once and get some intel.” mai’s now eager. she raises a hand to hold teru’s to which he accepts with the same enthusiasm.

you remained silent, wondering if you should make up a bullshit excuse to visit megumi’s classroom. realistically speaking, you can visit whatever classroom you like as a third-year student, but you don’t want to come off as abrupt.

“what’s on your mind, y/n?” min asks, poking your arm.

“i kinda wanna see megumi — given that i don’t remember his face at all.”

“ah.” both girls react the same way, nodding at your words.

“why not text him?” mai suggests.

“nah, too early for that.” you decline.

“well, we can walk around where the second years usually are. or we can just wait on teru.” mai revealed plan b and plan c.

you and min agreed, opting for the second one. you’ve got eight hours of class school anyway, there’s time to see him “by chance.”

-> 10:02 A.M ◟ first break of the day.

two minutes into your break and you felt your phone vibrate. you slid it slightly out of your pocket — just enough to where you can read the time and notifications.

(1) new message from terushima: lemme borrow five dollars

instagram: follower request from @tachosandcheese , @itadoredbull

+99 new emails.

“anything important? did he message?” min teases, eyeing your phone.

“who’s tachosandcheese and itadoredbull?” mai asks, slightly impressed by the usernames.

“no clue and no, he didn’t text.” you press your phone’s power button. “i’ll view those two insta accounts later.”

shrugging, you stood up from your chair, stretching your limbs before you make a move to the cafeteria.

“she’s already gone— mai, can’t we stay here?”

“get your lazy ass up, min.”

“i hate you both.”

P.O.V SWITCH ⟡ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.

-> 10:02 A.M ◟ in the gym.

megumi and the four friends are currently downing entire water bottles in one go. having physical education class first thing in the morning isn’t what they’d look forward to. this break is hardly a break. they have yet another p.e class awaiting them after.

once they calmed down, tacho started up a conversation.

“so, i was talking to itadori last night right?”

they hum in response.

“and we found min’s instagram profile.”

“doesn’t surprise me.” toeni shrugs.

“yeah, did you find the one for megumi’s?” tichi says what megumi wanted to.

“well,” itadori unlocks his phone, showing the group a screenshot of an instagram account. “we think this is her.”

the group leans in, studying your supposed profile’s aesthetic.

“that’s a private private account, for real. it doesn’t look like there’s her name anywhere.” toeni’s the first to say something.

they all look at megumi, waiting for him to clarify. he’s the only one who knows your name.

“it’s not there.” he satisfies their curiosity again.

“dude, if we requested the wrong profile i’ll deactivate.”

“i’m with you on that one, itadori.”

they all continue to gossip, taking turns to tell a story until the class of hell begun once more. hopefully they can hold out until lunch break… hopefully.

-> 02:36 P.M ◟ end of school: not so unsuccessful.

the thing megumi looked forward to the most did not happen. he’s trying to not dwell on it too much — you’re a senior student, chances of you being busy are high.

somehow, it seems as if megumi has a skill for meeting your friends after school but not you. this time he was stopped by a guy who quickly informed him of the completely platonic relationship between him and you.

the information given to megumi by the friend, teru, was quite helpful — if megumi had the balls that is.

“if you’re looking to meet her alone, go to that large oak tree, she’s always there.”

advice he’s going to hold dearly. he won’t go directly (at least not right now) but he’ll get a view of you from a spot closer.

double tapping on his phone’s screen, he unlocks it before locking it back immediately. he wants to text, but school just finished. he will wait another four hours.

it’s not like he’ll be free to talk anyway. his friends decided that he needs to experience going on dates. there’s an unfortunate busy schedule of arcade and night market business later.

P.O.V SWITCH ⟡ THIRD-YEAR STUDENT, Y/N.

you’ve nothing to do — literally. chores are completed, no assignments, finished end-game content on your games, watched everything that interested you — quite literally nothing to do.

it’s eight p.m. you lost count on the amount of times you changed positions in bed and let out sighs of boredom. you’d call your friends but that’ll just end up with you all complaining about boredom.

at times like this you wished you had a boyfriend or something of the sort to be entertained by.

…

megumi.

but he hasn’t texted. should you do it first? he did text first initially.

grabbing your phone, opened megumi’s chat, ready to send a few messages.

y/n: hey wyd rn

megumi is typing…

megumi: hi. i’m at a night market with my friends.

megumi: the reception’s a bit bad.

megumi: the messages aren’t sending fast enough.

—

y/n: woah was that ur first triple text???

y/n: go megumi go!

—

megumi: you’re rubbing off on me a bit.

—

y/n: glad to hear my influence is strong

—

megumi: are you bored?

—

y/n: bored to the point of death

y/n: how’d u know

—

megumi: [photo attachment]

megumi: would you like one?

megumi: sorry. the messages aren’t sending in order.

megumi: but which keychain do you like?

—

y/n: thats ok dw

y/n: as for the keychains uhhh

y/n: i cant choose u do it

—

megumi: are you sure?

—

y/n: yeah do it

megumi is typing…

“how bad is the reception over there… he’s been typing for a hot minute,” you mumbled, unaware of the smile settled on your face.

megumi: nvm. it won’t send.

megumi: i’ll send a voice message.

—

y/n: fine by me bro

megumi’s message made you realise you also somewhat forgot what his voice sounded like. your boredom has officially been defeated.

megumi: [+ voice message: 00:20s]

“hi, y/n – if that’s how you pronounce it. i’ll buy you the black keychain since it'll match anything. i’m not sure if you’d want any— is that the girl? hi we’re megumi’s friends!! i’m tac— fuck off, tacho. as i was saying – it’s megumi speaking by the way – would you like anything else?”

the chaos of the voice message got a laugh out of you. you could’ve heard a faint “he’s so mean!” at the end of it – it was probably the tacho guy.

—

y/n: mmmm i dont want anything really

y/n: just buy two of what ur getting

y/n: we’ll match

—

megumi: sure.

megumi: talk to you later or when i get back.

megumi: sorry about my friends.

—

y/n: it’s okkkkkk they seem fun

y/n: mine would’ve stolen my phone during the voice message

—

megumi: seems like our friend groups are alike.

megumi: later. sleep well if you’re going to sleep.

—

y/n: and you stay safe!!

megumi is offline.

and the boredom returns. man, you really do need a little entertainment from a guy. just look at how megumi kept you smiling when he’s only met you once. tragic.

‘if tomorrow’s saturday…’ the voice in your head ponders, trying to piece together a potential date. it appears you have a gift or two to collect; maybe — just maybe you can further this short talking stage. you’re too impatient for it anyway.

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[xiaoriae]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⩩ GENSHIN IMPACT ۪ ✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪

ꪆ୧ — MULTIPLE CHARACTERS.

“so today i tried to kiss my best friend…” [ albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya ]

“…and they were roommates!” [ childe, diluc, xiao, zhongli ]

indirect confession [ albedo, childe, diluc ]

genshin men as enemies to lovers trope [ ayato, childe, itto, xiao ]

terms of endearment [ neuvillette, wriothesley ]

ꪆ୧ — INDIVIDUAL WORKS.

ᥫ᭡ ALHAITHAM

simon says : fluff. wc; 0.9k

alhaitham thought he needed to remind you that this one bad habit of yours should not be a thing for your future assignment under his supervision.

stone cold heart : modern au, bodyguard au and angst. wc; 1.1k

ꪆ୧ — EXTRA.

old genshin impact masterlist

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[tsukiflwr]

𓈒 ୭ৎ ˖˙ ᰋ ── 𝓲ntroducing me .ᐟ

she/her 20 intj taurus slytherclaw erudite

ꪆ୧ hii i’m roro and welcome to my blog >.< this is just a little get to know me better page !! i mostly write for enha but you can see here who I write for , I love interacting and making new friends / moots so feel free to msg me or send a ask 🫶🏻

here are some of my favorites…

kpop ‹𝟹 here is my stan list

haikyuu ‹𝟹 tsukishima oikawa kageyama ushijima hinata + like literally all the other characters tbh

celebs ‹𝟹 pedro pascal miles teller lewis pullman david corenswet austin butler courtney eaton kristin stewart louis hofmann ella purnell bill skarsgård

movies ‹𝟹 mamma mia lord of the rings scream twilight the hobbit challengers tangled top gun maverick

shows ‹𝟹 yellowjackets stranger things haikyu!. the walking dead hotd game of thrones criminal minds pretty little liars

music ‹𝟹 5sos palaye royale paramore avril lavigne wallows abba arctic monkeys f lorence + the machine shawn mendez imogen heap fleetwood mac + sm more

misc ‹𝟹 reading winter bears true crime nhl f1 sonny angels cherries so many music genres & movies/tv shows my love ran takahashi ᰔ

˖ˑ my other blog is @wintfleur where I post nhl, f1 etc works !!

pinterest spotify

[dejwrld]

🫣 for the ask game me and ulquiorra 🥹🖤

you're probably my first moot that ships themselves with ulquiorra. so therefore, now when i see his character i'm going think about you.

ꪆ୧ headcanon — ulquiorra hands are always cold. unintentionally obviously, but there are moments where audri always grasp upon his hand. some days she doesn't even notice when she's grabbing his hand and intertwining her fingers just to feel some comfort of being with him. despite the coldness that stains the palms of ulquiorra's hands—on some days he'll think it's a bother when you grasp onto his hands. but when he glances over and sees the smile that causes your eyes to twinkle under the sunlight and suddenly his body relaxes.

[weirdwhimsy]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ᡣ𐭩 Curiousor and Curiousor! ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Welcome To Weird Whimsy!

Hello and How do you do?

Welcome to my Blog! On here I mainly plan to ramble about my intrests from time to time, Rp, and overall just lurk as I normally do on social media platforms. I might post some doodles as well depending on if my inspiration strikes!

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ᡣ𐭩 About Me ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Name: Al or Whimsy

Pronouns: They/Them

Age: 21

DNI List: Terfs, Racists, Homophobes, Xenophobes, Proshippers, Etc.

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•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ᡣ𐭩 RP Info ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

RP Style: Semi Lit-Lit. I can usually adapt my typing to my partner's styles though!

Prefered Genres: Horror, Mystery, Romance, Anything with a lil drama to throw my ocs into really!

Plot Stuff: This can be discussed via Dm! I'm usually fairly open to things/Plot ideas :]

Other things to note:

✧ I'm currently a full time student so my activity may dwindle depending on my work load that day.

✧ While I am of age, I don't do NSFW rps. I am ok with suggestive scenes/fade to black moments though if needed.

✧ I like talking ooc! I like joking about these silly guys!

✧ My oc list will be updated as I make characters/have more fandom related rp ideas. Till then, It'll stay as is :]

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•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ᡣ𐭩 Intrest List ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

✧ Don't Starve Together

✧ Dnd/TTRPGS

✧ Teas/Teaware

✧ Fnaf (and its Fangames)

✧ Animatronic History in general

✧ Vocaloid/Utau

✧ Victorian/Edwardian Fashion, Athestics, and fun facts

✧ Lolita / Oujia Fashion

[mahyuume]

୨ LIST OF WORKS / GENRE I'LL WRITE ୧

FICS: smaus/socmeds, oneshots, drabbles, long or small series.

GENRE: fluff, angst, platonic, romantic, [your input]!reader x character, family fics, and lowk some toxic topics (SELECTIVE) ex. bad relationship for plot or wtv, please know what I mean. im not a freaky gal.... (im bad at explanations)

୨ TAGS ୧

৻ꪆ. mahyumi talks! - yapping sesh

৻ꪆ. mootie + mahyumi! - a special tag for when me and my mutuals talk!

৻ꪆ. mahyumi’s works! - self explanatory

৻ꪆ. playing 𝜗𝜚 [series name]! - tag for my series

৻ꪆ. anon + mahyumi! - tag for anon talks!

୨ BONUS: ANONS ୧

no anons yet! wanna be the first?

[snsech]

｡˚₍ ✉️ ₎ ; XOEH !! ━━━━━ ━━

• her name is a different spelling of the name, zoe. she… doesn' t mind it, exactly, but she wishes it was written differently. the number of times she' s had to correct others on the spelling is abysmal.

• she' s teacher, specifically for preschoolers. xoeh' s living conditions are a little… well, let' s just say she lives in some random dude' s shed and that he' s a little strange, to say the least. xoeh' s saving up to move out, but in the meantime, all she can do is hope she won' t get murdered in her sleep.

• she' s into oscar !! my man' s living in a library, and he even has a daughter ; it was just a matter of time before xoeh got interested in him. rosalina and her get along very well, too.

• unfortunately, she' s a smoker. xoeh was… a little bit of a bad influence back in high school, perhaps, and that' s when she picked up the habit. she' s working on stopping, though !

• she used to be in a band (like oscar was, haha). xoeh played the bass !

• she' s also an absolute nerd. her salary isn' t much, but she isn' t helping herself by spending so much of her earnings on new books and the like… she can' t help herself - there' s just so many things to read, and so little time… ! she can' t wait, okay !

• personality-wise, she' s… a chill gal. that being said, she' s also very responsible and she knows how to stand her ground (after all, xoeh' s tasked with looking after very young children).

• how does she feel towards tabitha, you might ask ? oh, well… let' s just say they' re like cats and dogs.

｡˚₍ ✉️ ₎ ; IONE !! ━━━━━ ━━

• a streamer and influencer with a pretty big following online.

• their name means "purple flower" and yeah - that' s why they dyed their hair that way. ione thinks their name is pretty neat, if they say so themself.

• xoeh is very open about her nerdier interests, which is the complete opposite of ione. because they were quite heavily bullied for what they were into, ione has publicly rejected them all, though that doesn' t stop them from enjoying them.

• absolutely disappointed that sybil doesn' t sell weeds. their day was ruined and their deception was incommensurable.

• tabitha absolutely despises them, by the way. what' s wrong with this sassy lost child ? why do they have so much energy ? when do they stop ?? the answer is - never. ione has to keep being upbeat or else, everything will crumble around them.

• they' re an attention seeker. ione just… desperately wants people to love them, or at least, to acknowledge their presence. unfortunately, they don' t have any friends for a variety of reasons, and that' s why they rely so intensely on social networks. ione is sort of similar to kaden, aside from the fact that she' s… honestly doing even more poorly than he is. he has chance and their family - ione has nothing.

• it' s a never-ending circle - they want to be loved so they act out, which annoys other people ; rinse, and repeat. it' s a sad thing.

• on a lighter note - i can see them being into decora, by the way. it' s not my style, personally, but it fits them.

• i… probably would not like ione in real life. ( ; ω ; )

[poetessofmoon]

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‘ this has been ℛ𝑜͟𝓈𝑒͟𝘩͟𝑎͟𝑟͟𝑡, the mastermind, taking control. as i claimed this site as my territorial, please be aware of what would be spoken ahead;

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i. therefore, all the information within this account is purely fictional, written with a pinch of ℛ𝑜͟𝓈𝑒͟𝘩͟𝑎͟𝑟͟𝑡 imagination and creativity.

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ii. pictures, videos, gifs or any other kinds of media isn’t my belonging and i didn't claim it as mine. all credit to the rightful owners.

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iii. language: bilingual. speaking both language, but mainly using Bahasa Indonesia and English in daily conversation. forgive me if there's any grammatical errors or misspelled words in conversations that i didn't took notice of.

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iv. signposts:

“...” / ... : in character

ꪆ୧ ﹐… : out of character

ℛ𝑜͟𝓈𝑒͟𝘩͟𝑎͟𝑟͟𝑡. … : mun!talk

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v. cessation: any kind of criticism, advices, talks or any other kinds of stuff might be delivered through direct messages or through the live conversation.

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vi. exhortation: Snježana and ℛ𝑜͟𝓈𝑒͟𝘩͟𝑎͟𝑟͟𝑡, anything our interactions, all i ask is that you treat my muses as equally and fairly. such as how’s your muses want to be treated. quid pro quo.

[flickqrs]

ᝰ GALLERY!

!@#$%&?!@#$%&?!@#$%&?!@#$%&?!@#$%&?!@#$%&?!

✦ !SYPNOSIS.... In which , Ni-ki accuses you for taking a picture of him without his consent , he demands for you to hand your phone to him in order for him to check your gallery . It would've been quick and easy if it wasn't for the inappropriate pictures that has been accidentally downloaded sitting there....

!@#$%&?!@#$%&?!@#$%&?!@#$%&?!@#$%&?!@#$%&?!

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⤷ STARRING?.... niki x fem!reader... [ ft. en— ]

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⤷ GENRES?!.. enemies to lovers , slice of life , humour

fluff , angst(?) , c-c-c-c-crack....?

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⤷ WARNINGS!.... cursing , kys/kms jokes ,

profanity .

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ꪆ୧ ┆ NOTES !

1. I wanted to publish this on wattpad but.. yk.. crickets...

_☆_

2. this story is heavily inspired by a manhwa named ❝ four

ways to find a wife ❞ ! :))

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• this is a work of fiction . Unless otherwise indicated , all the names , characters , businesses , places , events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner . Any resemblance to actual persons , living or dead , or actual events is purely coincidental . Any similarities with another book is a purely coincidental .

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| CHAPTERS

1:00 : gallery!

2:00 : run!

3:00 : ew..

4:00 : awkward....

5:00 : make up , make out

6:00 : pick me.

7:00 : my nightmare!

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☆ wipzZZz??!

- none... oink oink

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ꪆ୧┆ and more to come...

TagzZZz?!

[snsech]

｡˚₍ ✉️ ₎ ; MICAH !! ━━━━━ ━━

• micah used to be into urbex as much as prairie was, but it' s not really their thing anymore. they continue giving her tips when they come across any, though, and prairie' s very happy that they still support her endeavors.

• they have a matching tattoos with their twin ; each have a fox on their arm, along with a sun (for prairie) and a moon (for micah). surprisingly, the idea came from them.

• they were very, very bad at confrontations growing up, which is why they never said anything when prairie’ s behavior was bothering them. it hit its boiling point when they were both in high school, as micah had grown furious to prairie’ s constant attempts at putting herself in danger for the sake of the thrills. the two stopped talking for a while before reconciling, and they now made a vow to be honest with each other.

• … it’ s rather unfortunate, then, that micah has hidden many parts of their life to prairie.

• she has no idea they dropped off of college when vivian got sick, nor does she know that they’ ve been struggling financially. micah says to themself that it’ s because she’ s enjoying herself and doesn’ t want to bother her, but the truth is that they’ re feeling… ashamed of not succeeding as well as prairie is. they don’ t want to risk disappointing her.

• of course, their worries are unfounded - prairie doesn’ t care about that in the slightest so long as micah is having fun. who cares if they haven’ t figured out what they wanted to do yet ? none of that matters. micah just has… to see it for themself.

• micah had never been interested by anyone before, so when prairie saw how they were looking at reese, she immediately made it her mission to help them flirt with him - much to micah' s dismay. they' d be lying if they said that didn' t encourage them to pursue him actively, though…

• they' re a very fast reader ! it' s amazing. to think i can' t even finish one page because i get stuck on the same sentence for… hours…

• i like to think that - when things settle down - micah teaches reese about all the famous and less-famous artists and movements they' ve learned about… ! they' re good at teaching. being with him might even encourage them to share what they' ve drawn and painted themself~

• micah has gotten a little… anxious about getting sick or ill, since they were there for most of vivian' s illness.

[chocolilies]

#   .   NAVIGATION. ꒱

◟ꪆ୧ TAGS !

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